“the words you speak become the house you live in” – Estelea (blogger friend)
I have these words posted on my wall and I read them this morning. It makes sense. What it means and the importance of how we talk and what we talk about eventually become a part of us. On the way back home today, the sky showed its most beautiful colors. Pink skies are the prettiest, I think, with it swirling among the blue sky and orange sunset. With every turn the car made, I could see colors just peeking through the spaces of the tree branches and above backyards of houses being lived in. Beyond the highway, I could see it clearer and it made me really feel grateful for all there is. Simple as that. Something we all see without anything other than with our eyes. To feel with our insides without needing to speak to connect with.
Colors are beautiful. Without all the diversity, there wouldn’t be any emotion, character, and harmony. There would be nothing. One color stands with another and mixes and blends together as naturally and easily as any other. And this reminds me of an observation I made on the train the other day.
We all try to make it. Foreigners and natives alike, we try. Try so hard to wake up in the morning to reach the too early designated time someone had the brilliant idea of. To not cross it. To start our day by it. To earn a living and reach closer to what we want our lives to be. I’m on the train and I see a man with well-made shoes, but not well-polished. He takes out an English textbook. English is not his native language, I assume, because he looks like my dad. But it’s only an assumption. Our world is so big and there are so many possibilities of everything that we can only assume. And he reads. Learning more, taking on more because he wants to. Because he can. Life is less scary when you know what you’re in for. Or not. Maybe it’s scarier to face the truths. To face reality. Maybe he’s braver to want more. To seek all and not just get by. I wonder how many times he’s thought of where he’s been and where he wants to go.
Diversity is beautiful. These are my words. I want to live in a house full of diverse ideas, to share a love for life and explore it all. I want to live in a house of which was built on the foundation of kindness, happiness and peace. To live among individuals who want to work together and make a stronger, healthy world. A house that is protected and appreciated for its shelter, comfort and relief. Because then, what is a house otherwise? Where American Dreams don’t come true and words like us and them meant we were against each other?
We can all illuminate our colors and still be in harmony. There is enough space & resources for all of us, if we let it.
I had a bouquet of flowers nearing their final life stages and I didn’t want to just throw them out. I decided to look up how to press flowers. Unfortunately, I didn’t use fresh ones as many sources suggested, but I did it anyway. I waited a few weeks as they were placed between pages of my huge dictionary stacked under other heavy books and things. I did find a tutorial using a microwave method, which I haven’t done, but I’ll leave the link below. Along with it are a few tutorials of how to make your own journals. Again, I didn’t use these, but will probably some day. I think making journals by hand is great because it’s so versatile and earth loving. I see myself making personalized ones for family & friends as gifts or for myself.
-This was made entirely with materials I already had at home and many of which were ones I upcycled.
-Alternative to throwing out flowers is to simply compost. -Alternative to making your own is to buy from a local vendor who uses eco-friendly practices and materials.
Materials this journal was created from: pressed flowers, cardboard from empty pasta box, junk mail envelopes, scrap paper, unused/blank pages from previous journals/planners, stickers, plastic covering from an old planner, clear packaging tape and string I already had in my craft box.
old planner designed paper, junk envelopes, scrap paper, blank old journal/planner paper, cardboard fromm pasta box
assembled how it should look
a page from journal, designed with stickers
I love it so much. I’m already using it and know that the materials I used to make it is put to better use.
Hello friends, happy December 1st. As you may have noticed, I’ve been on a sustainability trail for a few months now. To continue on, I’ve decided to make a gift card holder from a toilet paper roll. This can be used for any gift giving events, especially this holiday season. The visual steps that I took to make this gift card holder is in the slideshow below (you can pause and skip to photos if you want to).
-Scrap paper (to draw the image on)
-Markers, crayons or colored pencils
-Acrylic paint (I used white and dark blue)
-Glue or Tape
-Ribbon or stapler or washi tape (to enclose the ends)
A few tips:
-After each paint session, let the cardboard dry completely. Otherwise, the paper will be less sturdy and paint may chip off.
-If you don’t like the acrylic texture of the cardboard, stick on clear shipping tape over it; like lamination. The surface will be smoother and will protect the cardboard.
-To make the crease more effective, place a heavy book or object on top of the card holder.
-You can fold the cardboard into a gift box, too, if gift card isn’t appropriate.
-Personalize however you like. If it’s for a birthday, draw a cake or cupcake. If it’s for a graduation, write the year in decorative font. It can cater to whatever style/design you want.
If you want some inspiration with making gift boxes out of upcycled materials, feel free to check out my post green tip #4.
hold onto your dreams
no matter where you go
no matter your age
no matter who you become
never let go
Watching and reading so many motivating and inspiring pieces of work. Of creators who put their talent, time, artistic and intelligent ideas to use. To create a solid foundation for their dreams. There is no limit to what any one of us can do. There is no limit to who we want to be and what we want to achieve. I don’t think we have to choose one thing over the other; one dream, one career, or one action over another. There is no right or wrong or fast or slow. We exist because we do. We exist however we want to. I made this art piece from these inspirational feelings. Gratitude from my heart for all of it; every single time.
scrawling on thick ripped paper,
I hear the hum of my fridge.
the drawn lines would curl
and then shape,
making no sense at all artistically.
one letter became two words,
I try to decode the message.
meaningful, yet undefined.
the human experience is here.
it doesn’t care about validation.
label at your own risk.
words are just words,
lines are just lines,
the being is you,
the experience is yours.
as quickly time moves,
there is a static motion to it.
like leaves on a tree or
petals on a flower;
there are stretches of time
of standing still & being held.
of falling in love & being caught.
however long it lasts,
it never seems enough.
until the moment rolls again
does the experience ever end;
then the magic begins to fade.
I went to a museum a couple of days ago and it felt like something I really needed to do. It felt like a good way to refresh my mind and renew my energy. Here are a couple of moments from this trip that stood out for me.
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
– Pablo Picasso
We saw a young girl with a cute pink knit hat and pajama pants sit by this interactive big world globe exhibit. The globe had moving visuals explaining how climate change affected various places around earth. As the deep-voiced narrator continued on, the mother was urging the child to move from her seat to go to the next exhibit. I couldn’t hear what the girl had said, but she stayed. Didn’t budge. At the end of the segment, the mother persisted, “Well, that was the last one. We have to save the earth.” The mother signaled to go having walked a few steps toward the exit. The girl, sat still, moved her pointer finger up and pressed on another button. Her mother walked back and stood behind her. They were going to sit through another segment; one they had already heard. For many, these science facts and visuals are boring, but for her, this didn’t seem the case. I thought, “I hope she becomes a scientist someday.”
We were hungry. Exiting the building, I saw this beautiful tree with colorful, autumn leaves. I asked him if we could take a photograph by it. He agreed and asked, “The orange one?” I said yes, but I saw that a family had already took a place underneath it. I didn’t want to interrupt. There was a father, mother, baby in the carriage and a son who was probably just 2 or 3 years old. The little boy ran right into pile of leaves and started playing in it; throwing it in the air as the father threw some as well. He told his son to look and it seemed the father was the gleeful energetic child trying to impress him with his skills. A moment without any worry, any argument or crying—just living in the moment with family & nature.